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[It's a lot to consider, particularly when he's already keyed up from his own admission. A lot to take in— that care— that distinctly spoken specificity that comes from someone else insisting you're not so low as the slant of your perceived station, whatever you might think, ribs and heart as brittle as glass thorns just to hear it said (and it wasn't that he'd been angling for reciprocity— he wasn't, gods above, he swears— it's just)—

Everything washes over him.

Everything's considered, to the point that it isn't even a conscious choice how fresh context changes the shape of what they've already been over.


And then, because he might've gone a little mad and lost what little sense he had left for being so well loved:]

Have you....

[gods, what is he even saying right now]

....ever considered telling them the truth?


Err, the entire truth, I mean. Stories and accomplishments are one thing, and it's not as if I like the idea of other people knowing that I'm— you know, what I am, but still. Might be there's something to be salvaged if they see me and have two and two put together.

Stranger things have happened in this world, after all.